Love and hate, frustration and joy

I love you!
I hate you!
But I love you more than I hate you!
It’s my fault, not yours.
We make terrible noise together.
And sometimes actually music.
I wonder from time to time if you’d be better off with someone else.
But I can’t give you up.
Sometimes I just want to break you.
Then I cut my nails, clean you up a bit, give you a dab of perfume.
And I try again.
It’s always my fault, though I’m not always willing to see it.
You are quite forgiving.
And always ready for me.